Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife

Mu Yunyao just got up and felt a heavy brazen breath coming from his side. Turning around, he looked at Su Yuyi with resentment: “It's a surprise that my cousin is here to pray for her grandfather on her knees, and that she has time to dedicate herself beneath the Long Princess. ”

“I also took advantage, I came a little early yesterday, so I had an affair with the elder princess. If my cousin was here yesterday, there would be no chance for me to come today. ”

Mu Yunyao said very modestly, but listened to Su Yuyi's ears, but he was no different than a slap in the face.

Why she didn't come yesterday was not because Kyoto was full of horrible rumors, mixing her up with a lowlife dancer, which forced her to find someone to teach her to dance, thus breaking the rumor and regaining her reputation.

Mu Yunyao said that, the distinction is to ridicule her! Just a bitch under a mailman's hedge. How dare you say something like that?

“Let the cousin quickly copy the Buddha's Book. After all, the matter of Her Royal Highness is important and cannot be delayed.” Su Yuyi's heart caught fire, but her face grew more arrogant and cooler. She leaned her head high and her neck was curved with elegance. After that, she walked away with great strides.

Su Qingwu glanced at Su Yuyi with some concern. Then he turned his head and said to Mu Yunyao: "It is your creation that can help Princess Yidchang to write the Buddha's Book. The kneeling scripture in the evening will not go, and peace of mind will be copied. Also, in order to appear solemn, you should bathe incense in advance, then toast to the Buddha in Daxiong Bao Palace, and then go to the scripture pavilion to copy, so as not to be rude. ”

“Thanks for the reminder, cousin.” After Mu Yunyao's most gracious thanks, there was a bit of uneasiness in his heart.

Princess Te Chang can see the Buddha scripture she copied, must have seen it in the prayer palace, that is, last night, and the king must have been present, so today she let herself write the Buddha scripture, among which is the reason of the king?

Su Qing stroked Yunyao's hair before: “You don't have to think so much. It's blessings, it's not evil, it's evil cannot be avoided. The words of the long princess have been handed over. All you have to do is write the Buddha's scriptures in peace. ”

Mu Yunyao nodded his head: “Okay, I listen to my mother. She should pay special attention to herself. If she wants to go out and walk, she must bring the jiqin and the chess. ”

The two volumes of Buddha are copied down. She is at the tip of the wind, and looking at Su Yuyi's appearance today, she clearly has a great deal of resentment. However, this is Baohua Temple, and Princess Techang is here. She shouldn't move too lightly.

“Don't worry. ”

Mu Yunyao had an excellent impression of Princess Yude, so he was asked to copy the Buddha this time, for whatever purpose, with a respectful heart.

As soon as she returned to her room, she saw a flower bird moonshadow bottle placed on the table, slender and long, with two full-blown woodflowers in the mouth.

When Shifu saw her, she felt more and more faint and whispered: “Lady, these two wooden flowers were also found by slaves. ”

Mu Yunyao was laughed at: “I still need a maid, why don't you pick it up at the door too? ”

“Ah, isn't there a slave next to the lady? And the orchids and the coincidences. Isn't that enough? ”

“Isn't it your turn to find a new one?” Mu Yunyao glanced at her.

The scribe hastily begged for mercy, his face was white: "Miss, the slave knows wrong, and will never pick anything up again. Please forgive the slave. ”

Mu Yunyao looked at the wooden flower on the table and bit his lower lip slightly: “Get up, prepare hot water, I want to wash myself, wait for me to copy the Buddha's Book, then come and count with you slowly. ”

The scribe suffered a face: "Yes, the slave will go now. ”

When Shishu retreated, Mu Yunyao forced himself to remove his gaze from Furong, and Begum gently bit his lower lip: “Idiot.” I don't know if it's the scribe or the king...

After trying to suppress the ups and downs of the mind, Yunyao showered and incensed, he changed into a plain white shirt, held up his hair with a jade long hammer, and went to the Daxiong treasure palace to salute the Buddha.

Su Qing similarly worried about Mu Yunyao, so he asked Shisuke and Shi Painting to follow her. She herself brought Shiqin and Shiqin to the Palace of Prayer to continue her kneeling.

Unlike other Buddhist temples, Baohua Temple can lend and transcribe classic collections in the temple at will, so a place dedicated to transcribing scripture is the scripture pavilion where Mu Yunyao is now located.

The evening script is extraordinarily quiet. As soon as Yunyaofang Mu walks in, he smells faint ink. A book roll is placed neatly on the bookshelf, with Xiao Shami standing aside to tidy it up.

“Amitabha Buddha, is the Giver going to copy the Scriptures?” Xiao Shamei looks like Nan when he is seven or eight years old. He looks rounded and cute. The act of courtesy is especially serious.

Mu Yunyao put his hands together for ten salutes: “Yes, I want to copy two volumes of the Buddha's wishful scriptures, and I also hope that Master Xiao will help me find them. ”

“Yes, ask the host to come with me. ”

Soon, Xiao Shamei took out the Buddha's Book in a cloth bag: “Please cherish the Buddha's Book and put it on the table after you have finished copying it. You can take it with you by hand, the poor monk will not disturb you. ”

“Thank you, Master. ”

Shi Shu and Shi Painting helped lay ink, and Yunyao watched the swinging candle fire. Her eyes gradually calmed down: “I'll do it myself.” If you want to make a copy, do it sincerely. I hope Princess Tak will find her missing daughter soon.

The night is quiet and the bugs sound extra clear.

Yunyao sat on his knees, his back was straight and straight, his wrist was slightly suspended, his calm tip twitched slightly, and a splendid flower jumped on paper.

Leaning at the door of the scripture pavilion, the king made a noisy gesture against the scribe and the painting. His gentle eyes gently fell on Yunyao Mu, and his eyes seemed to be flowing with a focused and hot light.

Mu Yunyao wrote a Buddha's scripture. When he changed the paper, he glanced at the door and suddenly saw the King standing there. He didn't know how long he had looked at it: “When did you come, Your Highness? ”

Wang Wang walked in and looked at the Buddha scripture on the table, his eyes flashed with a heartache: “Don't be so anxious, just copy it before you leave Baohua Temple. ”

Before, she had written twenty volumes of the Buddhist Scriptures day and night, because she was afraid that she would no longer be able to support her kneeling scriptures, so she spoke to Aunt Wang in a dark way. I can't believe she was so anxious to write them overnight.

“Wouldn't it be better to send the scriptures to Princess Ted earlier? ”

The king was helpless. He should have thought of it. Yun Yao's character was always stubborn and easily refused to show weakness.

The scribe and the painting have retreated, and the little Sami, who has been guarding him, is missing. She and Wang Wang were the only ones in the room at this time. Mu Yunyao had to be a little nervous.

But as if he didn't realize her uncomfortable, he sat slightly at the table, gauging the Buddha's scriptures written by Yunyao Mu, and his heart was full of admiration.

Yunyao is amazing, can imitate his kind of large, open, muscular font, but also master Juan Xiu's elegant, implicit and restrained style, like her, looks gentle and harmless during the week, delicate like a flower bone with a desire, but once annoyed her, can also see the blood kill.